I feel like a sandbag, I can't get moving today. I need more sleep.
So, we owe Uncle Sam (the fat, drunk uncle who tells racist jokes at family gatherings and eludes to sex with prostitutes) over $1,800 big ones in federal and state taxes. Awesome. On top of that hefty sum we owe something arbitrary like $44.67 for just owing taxes in the first place. Double awesome.
I am most upset over this tax issue because this money will not be used to better fund state schools (like the fabulous PSU) or to create better access to healthcare but instead to fund a horrendous war (which very well could lead to a draft in two or three years time at this rate) and to award billion dollar no-bid contracts to help "rebuild Iraq." Bullshit shenanigans, that's what I say.
I have applied for a job at the alternative paper on campus,
The Rearguard, not necessarily because I need to money but because I miss writing but more importantly I want to write somewhere where I can have some editorial latitude and to develop my own voice in my writing. Here's hoping.
I am also immensely enjoying British Parliamentary Debate. This weekend was the BP national tournament and I feel like I finally had my breakthrough in adjusting from policy debate (like NPDA at JBU and Cross-Ex in high school) to British Parliamentary. It's a more educational and applicable format because the point is not to nitpick the mechanics of a particular plan of action but to actually engage in philosophical discussions on the merit of a particular action, meaning we debate 'why' and 'should' and not 'can' and 'how'.
The weather keeps teasing us with beautiful 72 degree sunny days and then it rains and gets blustery the next day. Blah.